Esme Mount Isa Brothel ❤️

About Brisbane

Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, I’m James bloody Bond, scoping it out suave-like. Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m a merchandiser, right, so I’m thinkin’—how’s the stock here? Girls lined up like goods on a shelf, it’s wild. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*, that flick I love—y’know, “Life’s a bloody cabaret!”—‘cept this ain’t funny, it’s raw.

MyRoom closes doors

I always get emotional near the old libraries too—yeah, the one at Mount Isa City Library, r-r-rustic and quiet, a spot where my thoughts wander like lost little hobbits. I used to sit there, scribblin notes about the joys and angers of the day. Sometimes, I’d giggle thinking, “Nice one, nasty world, yeh, precious!”

Barkly Mayor wants to partner with Isa